“Humph!” The not-so-subtle exclamation had issued from the distinctly malodorous man behind me. I didn’t bother to turn around this time. He had been huffing and grumbling at every delay since we’d started our procession up the narrow hallway, nearly half an hour ago. “Oh dear, we’re holding up the line, Imogen,” one of the…
The Sirens by Erica Schaef
